Indeed hard to swallow.

In dream land, you would have been referring to me. That a great orchestration of arrangements had been medleyed in the dim risings of the sun. Just as the rays had found its way from that burning ball of fire up in the sky, would this magnificent gesture have come by to your beautiful mumblings. Perhaps a moment’s dis-illusions permitted by accidental caffeine may give way to us thinking that it was even a possibility. That your noble gestures had been of greater wishes and of virtues I had not given myself the enlightment to experience. However, the same way the last wishes of a person thinking of his death bed will most probably not be his last, is the same way the thought of that far-fetched ill-reality is probably not going to come true.

 

Brother Bears love to gobble after little Miss Sunshine’s extra pudding. If only she could figure out how to count how many of them she had. She tried and tried to count, until at last she figured, she might as well just enjoy whatever pudding she could have a bite of, and then enjoy watching Brother Bears fight over the rest. She knew they never went after her dinner and made sure she had her fill before attacking for the rest. They were grizzly, as all Grizzly Brother Bears were, but they were good bears, as the standards of bears might be told.